What is love? Oh, you dont know? Well, its pain. Nothing but cold, hard, unforgiving pain. Kind of like jeans: stiff and astronomically irritating.
Now you know what love is, no need to get sucked into it- its not worth it. Not in my experience anyway...
*****
"Hey hun" he smiles, pulling me into his chest. Remaining secure in his grasp, we exchange a kiss "c'mon, we need to go" i groan, tearing out of our perfectly-decent little bubble. We trudge morbidly to the car, wallowing in the exhausing depression we endure daily. "Fuck this, wanna ditch work and do something fun?" His typical jovial comment- it was funny yesterday and it sure as hell ain't funny today. "Shut up dumbass." My demand not unusual- he's so fucking annoying, but i love him.
We part ways as i drop him off at work, completing our infinitely mundane seemingly unending hours of slavery before being inevitably reunited. Its the best part of my day, picking him up from work, seeing the little smile creep onto his face when he sees the quite frankly unsettling shade of mustard which slathers the bulky car. I cannot stress enough how outrageously ugly the car is- seriously, it makes me heave at the sight of the immensely disappointing turd-on-wheels.
Daily, he swings open the baby-diarrhea shade door, slips into the passenger seat and kisses me, today was no exception. "Guess what we are doing todayy?" He taunts - i know exactly what we are doing, it sucks.
Lifeless, we prepare for guests, cleaning the house and changing into something more respectable. Im cleaning for his dumbass friends. ME. They are so annoying, why does he like them?
God, could life get any worse?
Yes, yes it could. Am i going to complain about it regardless? Fuck yes i am.
The dreaded ring of the bell delivered the final blow to my fragile soul - yep, this has signed my death warrant. "Get the door poppet" he calls, throwing bowls of food carelessly onto the table. Desperate to slam my head relentlessly into the door until i meet a horrible, painful, torturous demise, i drag the gates to hell open. The ghouls loom on the step, concealing their inevitable suffering behind a petrifying mask, portraying the hearty smile of a content human. Those dont exist, right?
YOU ARE READING
Its not all cheese... there is some borger.
RomanceLove absolutely sucks, dont let it suck you in. No sunshines and rainbows in this book- if you're looking for a nice depressing clusterfuck of a book, look no further. Thou hath arrived. Its amazing, trust me. (i wrote this before i started the boo...
